Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.